I ride high on life. I admit it. I seek new experience, I crave epiphanies.
I’m one of those people who believes in living full – the enthusiastically examined life. In my 50s, that belief has led to making art, loving more fully and growing my meadow.
My kids and best friends tease me about my “breakthroughs”, moments when the stars align and I see something with crystal clarity… then wax poetically about it for the next week.
Now I know my insights are a blessing, gifts from the Universe. Through my waking hours, I pray to see.
Today I’m like a horse with blinders on. Chemo has been a stone wall, binding tight my roaming.
And I’m getting tired of it all. Which is timely, because today I am going in for my fifth and final treatment.
No insights to share, just what is true: